Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff
of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism
of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin.
She left her bed, and by the moonlit cliff.
for secret tryst, she met, no cause for schism
forbidden lover, darkly cloaked: not sin
but lust, like water, cold and fresh, she’s stiff
not fearful, she’s the light and he’s her prism.
Arriving softly like the wind, his grin
unsettling, yet in kissing, viper-swift
his hands around her nape, they swirl in rhythm
of harmony, she’s bending inward — flinch
as tenderly, for love, she steals his breath
impaled her knight has left and married death.
Today Toni want’s us to write Halloween poetry, vampires, ghouls and ghosts, you decide at dVerse Poetics. Have fun, the bar opens at 3 PM EST.
October 20, 2015